Uh, look

The dope I ordered come over border, I′m the G.O.A.T. recorderWord to cash, my soul on frozen water, flow and slaughter

Clip in the pole, tall as your oldest daughter

Bullets in that bitch is 'bout as big as a rollerquarter′s (boom, boom, boom)

I don't play about my cash, I'm on your ass, if you owe a quarter (huh?)

We got a problem, you got smoke and order (′kay)

Ever since my first shit dropped, man, I′ve been goin' to

A new height, you right, new ice, when I perform in Florida

Ayo, put some respect on my name (huh?)

Or the coroner be scrapin′ up what's left of your brain (hahaha)

And coughin′, smokin' on this pressure, I′m just testin' my strain (uh-huh)

It's definitely pain in the back of my neck with the chains, look (this shit heavy though)

Bitches be sayin′, "Oh, you definitely changed

Callin′ me bitch in every message, you don't text me the same, nigga" (hahaha)

Machine, bitch, I′m a threat in the game

Tape that I did with Alchemist, I was just testin' my aim, nigga (I′m on y'all ass)

Them Big Ghost shits was warning shots

And I had a lot more to drop, I was just waitin′ for the tour to stop

Started with a 8-Ball, pushed it up to a quarter block

Water-whipped the ounces, it's residue in that coffee pot (ha)

We live in the times, illegitimate crimes, militant minds

Still in my prime when pennin' these lines

Listen, it′s finna get spooky, bone-chillin′, you feelin' your spine

Danger is imminent, this is the time of the Machine, bitch (brr)

The watches don′t tick-tock (woo)

We got it in with the pots, playin' razors in the ziplocks (with what?)

Fuck around and get your shit popped (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

You know how the boys rock, catch you comin′ out your bitch spot (brr...)

Catch you comin' out your bitch spot (′kay)

You know how the boys rock, catch you comin' out your bitch spot

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

That guy right there, Conway

He's, uh, he′s got somethin′

And I'm like "Yo, that guy right there, Conway"

He′s, uh, he got somethin'"

It′s like a Picasso, Dali type fluidity

With the coke rap ethos, you know what I'm sayin′?

It's almost anachronistic, 'cause it′s like almost out of time, but it′s so present

And it's someting, you know, and it′s like, I guess what makes it feel

Like this coke rap from a different dimension

It's because it′s New York, but it's Buffalo

He talks the talk

And then everything extra that′s-that's added onto him

Like, the fact that he was shot

And it makes him rhyme a certain way

It makes it, the way he slur

Like, everythin' about his delivery

Made me keep wanting to pay attention to him